Lin Chu couldn't bear to engage in such intimate acts with the man she loathed to the bone, yet she couldn't stand to leave Qi Ming alone in this apartment.
Her body, half-uplifted, was violently thrown back onto the bedding.
Even though Lu Huai'an's voice was low and gentle, it didn't match his actions at all.
A mocking smile slowly spread across her face, and she softly asked him, "Lu Huai'an, what are you thinking?"
To reclaim the heart that loved him?
Where to find it?
Lu Huai'an seemed to have fallen into the Demon's territory, and Lin Chu's mocking tone ignited the anger he had been suppressing, exploding into a wildfire that burned unabated.
His thin lips were close to her ear, his husky voice rolling with heat, "I won't let you go. We can't live like this for decades. Forget the past. Let's start over, Xiao Chu, let's start over..."
Lin Chu felt like laughing, and then she really did laugh, intermittently and indistinctly.
